[It's one thing that Onni and Reynir have in common, that probably most people from their world do, and that's not being sick often and tending to work through it when they are. He's been feeling a bit under the weather, mostly nauseous and a little too warm, but been ignoring it for most of the day. It isn't too bad, after all, and he has things that he needs to do.
Near the end of the day, he's heading toward the kitchen with a rabbit he'd hunted up in the Agriculture area, already skinned and cleaned, feeling a little overwarm and tired, but better, he thinks, than he had when he woke up that morning. Slipping into the kitchen, he narrows his eyes and looks around to see if anyone is there, and spots a familiar long red braid. Making a soft hum in his throat, he puts the rabbit down on one of the counters and starts looking for a the items he needs to prepare it in companionable silence.
At least until he looks at Reynir more closely and sees how slowly he's plodding through the dishes, how many sweaters he's wearing, the redness on his cheeks, the furrow in his brow - it's obvious he's sick, maybe feverish. Onni has seen that look before. Sighing, he puts the rabbit down on a cutting board and walks over to the younger man, frowning a little. Lifting a hand, he presses the backs of his knuckles against Reynir's forehead and makes a noise of disapproval in his throat.]
You're sick.
[He says it simply, just stating a fact, and he tugs at Reynir's sleeve.]
Sit down, if you're going to have a fever, you shouldn't be doing other people's dishes.
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Near the end of the day, he's heading toward the kitchen with a rabbit he'd hunted up in the Agriculture area, already skinned and cleaned, feeling a little overwarm and tired, but better, he thinks, than he had when he woke up that morning. Slipping into the kitchen, he narrows his eyes and looks around to see if anyone is there, and spots a familiar long red braid. Making a soft hum in his throat, he puts the rabbit down on one of the counters and starts looking for a the items he needs to prepare it in companionable silence.
At least until he looks at Reynir more closely and sees how slowly he's plodding through the dishes, how many sweaters he's wearing, the redness on his cheeks, the furrow in his brow - it's obvious he's sick, maybe feverish. Onni has seen that look before. Sighing, he puts the rabbit down on a cutting board and walks over to the younger man, frowning a little. Lifting a hand, he presses the backs of his knuckles against Reynir's forehead and makes a noise of disapproval in his throat.]
You're sick.
[He says it simply, just stating a fact, and he tugs at Reynir's sleeve.]
Sit down, if you're going to have a fever, you shouldn't be doing other people's dishes.